You carelessly walk across the Abby Road
With your hands in your pockets
And your eyes all closed.

Because in your world you make the rules
You don't think you have to check
If there's a car comming at you.

Luckily for you there's no car this time,
but if you keep on like this
You'll end up dying because of your own little lie.

Because it's not you who makes the rules
It's the society, your parents and the state, who made them
Just to keep control of you.

But then again, they too are blinded by their own little lies
If they think you'll bow down
and gladly follow the rules, which they decide.